Simultaneous Transmigration: We Share a Role-Playing System

Chapter 149 The Three Become One: God of Myriad Machines, King of Darkness, Lord of Humanity

While the fierce interstellar war in the solar system continues, Earth, protected by the power of the god of all machines, is no longer a safe island isolated from the flames of war.

When the crimson tide of subspace completely engulfed the entire solar system, the disastrous consequences of the imaginary space, which was originally anchored to reality, being completely eroded and replaced by chaotic energy finally erupted at this moment.

Chaos is tearing away the veil between reality and the subspace, launching a massive invasion of the material universe.

The city of Snowfield, where the God of Myriad Machines resides, is the first to be affected.

Countless twisted and deformed chaotic minions surged out from the torn spatial rifts, roaring as they pounced on the God of Machines, who sat atop the mechanical throne and maintained the stability of reality with his power.

A crimson torrent of psionic energy simultaneously tore through the outer sky of Snowfield City, and Magnus the Crimson, leading the Scarlet Letter Warriors of the Thousand Sons Legion, once again faced Shirou Emiya.

Under the cover of the Chaos Rift, the Thousand Sons' psionic battle group prepared to launch a massive attack on the outer defenses of Snowfield City.

Even more fatally, the other Chaos Chapters are also rushing towards them at full speed through the warp, and Shirou Emiya, fighting alone, is falling step by step into the trap set by the Chaos forces.

However, all the Chaos Invaders miscalculated one thing: this time, Shirou Emiya was alone.

"Revered Grandmaster, it is a great honor to meet you at this moment. To fight alongside you is the greatest honor of our Imperial Guards."

A steady and resounding voice suddenly rang out. The current commander of the Imperial Guard, who had previously faced the Imperial Regent with a spear in front of the Terra Palace, led a group of veteran soldiers clad in finely crafted golden power armor and stood beside Shirou Emiya with firm steps.

He held out both hands and solemnly returned the power spear that had accompanied Shirou Emiya through the net-like path and shattered countless chaotic demons to its master.

"Returning the item to its rightful owner, Master."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head sharply, his golden goggles locked onto the chaotic aberrations that were constantly pouring out from the warp rift, his voice revealing the extreme excitement unique to the Imperial Guard warriors for hunting down demons.

To be able to fight alongside this legendary master in another life-or-death battle, just like the Emperor's Online Path defense war of yesteryear, would be the highest honor for him.

Emiya Shirou reached out and took the heavy power spear. The cold metallic touch spread from his fingertips to his whole body. Fragments of memories from the Heroic Spirit Emiya flashed through his mind—memories of countless battles fought side by side.

The familiar silver-blue glow of Unlimited Blade Works emanated from his fingertips. Instead of creating a standard suit of armor out of thin air, he precisely projected the exclusive Imperial Guard power armor that Shinji Matou had painstakingly forged for him.

The exquisitely crafted armor, interwoven with gilded and crimson hues, flowed over his body like water. Every pattern was engraved with the hard work and entrustment of his dear friend, and the sword emblem unique to him on his shoulder armor shone brightly.

He fastened his full-face helmet, the visor instantly gleaming with a sharp golden light. His powered spear pointed directly at the overwhelming surge of chaos, his voice steady and resolute, resounding throughout the entire Snowfield City: "For the Emperor!"

"For the Emperor!!!"

Meanwhile, in the Warp, the brothers of the four districts—Tzeentch, Khorne, Slaanesh, and Nurgle—looked at the enormous sun, half radiating holy golden light and half radiating despairing darkness, and launched their charge.

As the true primordial controller of the warp, Emperor Locke has always held the root authority at the very bottom of this dimension.

From the very first moment of ascending to godhood, it used the absolute power of rewriting the rules to tear apart and destroy the divine realm that the four Chaos Gods had cultivated for billions of years.

But this was not enough to drive the Four Gods, who viewed everything as pawns, to desperation—what truly cornered them was Locke's two groundbreaking moves.

He completely transformed the entire Type-Moon universe into a cutaway Lostbelt, and converted all the spacetime energy of the entire parallel universe into fuel for his ascension to godhood.

This attack directly ripped out the most fundamental cornerstone upon which the Chaos Gods depended for their existence.

Originally, the necromancer invasion was Tzeentch's last resort.

This Lord of Changes had calculated that the God of Myriad Machines would intervene to stop the necromancers from destroying the world. Regardless of the necromancers' ultimate goal, as long as the necromancers could restrain the God of Myriad Machines, one of the three emperors, Chaos would have enough time to regroup and deal with the changing situation.

But Tzeentch never expected that the enormous machine placed in the Snowfield City thermal power plant was actually a subspace global generator capable of rewriting the rules of dimensions.

It was only then that Tzeentch realized that he, the master of all changes and the god of intrigue, had actually been manipulated by the Emperor through his schemes!

Looking back now, it's likely that the Holy Grail War was his plan from the very beginning. He deliberately drew the attention of the four Chaos Gods to this world, so that they would shift most of their attention away from their original reality.

As a result, by the time they realized they had been tricked, the ascension ceremony on the other side had already begun. They had no chance to interrupt the other side and were instead caught off guard, losing their footing.

After realizing all this, they turned to the idea of ​​corrupting the souls of humanity in this world through the warp generator. However, they were surprised to find that just before the Necromancer's main cannon shattered the surface, the God of Machines unleashed a burst of power to create a warp barrier, completely and without omission taking in the souls, emotions, and collective consciousness of all humanity on Earth into his own soul.

He single-handedly shouldered the entire weight of human civilization; he bore everything.

At this point, the Chaos Gods were completely plunged into an abyss of no return.

In the real world, humanity's core sources of sustenance—emotions and beliefs—have been completely severed, and the underworld has long been sacrificed as Lostbelts and transformed into fuel for ascension.

They lost all the coordinates that anchored their existence, becoming rootless duckweed in the subspace.

If they cannot find a new anchor point for existence as soon as possible, in just a few hundred million years, although this is an insurmountable time for mortals, it is but a fleeting moment for the immortal Chaos Gods. Their power will be exhausted, and they will eventually vanish into nothingness without leaving a trace of their existence.

In other words, they were completely fooled by Emperor Locke.

This decisive move severed all their foundations in the material universe at the level of existence. To achieve this, they must defeat Locke, who is ascending to godhood, at all costs, even at the cost of all their divine power, to interrupt the ritual. Otherwise, eternal annihilation awaits them.

However, the four Chaos Gods were never beings that could be easily annihilated.

They are not gods born of faith; they transform themselves into the primal will that existed from the very first moment of emotion, violence itself, conspiracy itself, decay itself, and pleasure itself.

They are the embodiment of the lowest level of rules in the warp, the shadows that all intelligent life can never escape. As long as the Emperor's ascension to godhood is prevented, they can regain control of the warp to some extent. As long as intelligent beings with souls are found again, observed and recorded, they can continue to exist in this universe.

At that time, as long as there is still a drop of blood splattered in the universe, a trace of scheming, a cell dying, and a glimmer of desire in the heart, they will never truly die, and it will not matter if there are no humans.

Therefore, at this critical moment of life and death, the four Chaos Gods sent all their followers and subordinates to attack the God of Myriad Machines in the real dimension, and then stepped forward in their strongest form.

The first to launch the attack was Khorne.

This cruel and tyrannical god's fully revealed body was larger than the largest star, his skin, cast in brass, flowed with magma blood that would never solidify, and his skull throne, made up of the heads of billions of defeated beings, stretched to the edge of the warp, paving a path of conquest for Him.

He didn't let out any roar, but slowly raised the blood axe that could cleave the universe. This divine weapon, forged from the first drop of blood in the universe and having drunk the souls of billions of galaxies, now embodied all the violence, slaughter, and destructive will since the birth of time.

The moment it fell, the roars of all those who died in war over the past billions of years exploded simultaneously, and the bloody light of all the massacres yet to happen in the future descended prematurely. It did not want to split open that golden-black giant sun, but rather to more directly erase the concept of "the existence of the day of ascension" itself.

But just before the concept was erased, the golden and black light shield suddenly unfolded, and Emperor Locke redefined the "boundary of reality" with his subspace root authority.

The moment the Blood Axe collided with the Light Shield, it was as if billions of stars simultaneously exploded into cosmic dust in the subspace. Countless cracks spread across the Light Shield, and upon closer inspection, one would discover that they were actually countless severed branches of the future.

After Khorne launched his attack, Tzeentch followed closely behind.

The form of this ever-changing lord can never be fixed. Holding the threads of fate in his hand, he gently plucks the net of destiny at his fingertips, and countless transparent threads extend from all possible futures, entwining the day of ascension.

These threads of fate are the very possibility of Locke's failed ascension to godhood. Each thread corresponds to an ending where he is torn apart by the four gods, and each tremor rewrites the course of reality. In an instant, billions of worst futures flashed before Locke's eyes: human extinction, the decay of the galaxy, the return of the universe to heat death, and himself becoming a plaything of the four gods.

But faced with these threads, the golden-black sun ignited flames, easily burning away the so-called destiny and rejecting it.

Slaanesh and Nurgle then launched an attack on the Emperor together.

Nurgle, the god of plague and decay, dragged his bloated and enormous body slowly through the warp. His body was covered with countless pustules and festering wounds, each of which harbored billions of plagues capable of destroying an entire civilization. With a mere wave of his hand, he summoned a green torrent of plague.

This is a dark green torrent that embodies the ultimate rule of entropy increase. Wherever it passes, space itself begins to decay, time begins to rust, and energy begins to descend into disorder.

This dark green torrent, carrying the ultimate entropy increase of the universe and bearing the ironclad destiny that "everything has an end," swept towards Emperor Locke.

What Nurgle does is never to kill a god, but to drag Him from "an ascended being who transcends life and death and escapes reincarnation" back to the fundamental logic of the universe that "all phenomena will eventually decay."

But the Ascension Sun, hanging in the subspace sky, did not raise a defensive barrier; instead, it suddenly burst forth with an even more intense golden and black flame.

Instead of stopping this corrupt torrent, He opened His own core, absorbing all of Nurgle's entropy-increasing power that had been in his hands for billions of years, and then used the absolute authority of an ascended god to accelerate the decay and end of the entire universe.

At the moment when decay reaches its extreme, the day of ascension suddenly collapses into an infinitely dense singularity, which then bursts forth with primordial light comparable to the Big Bang.

Everything old was completely annihilated and reduced to nothingness in the ultimate decay, and a new spacetime unfolded with a roar in the initial explosion. Stars relit the nebula, atoms re-condensed life, and the silent void once again blossomed with the first ray of life. In His hands, the cycle of the universe completed a full loop.

As for Slaanesh, the god of pleasure and pain appeared on the battlefield in his most perfect form. With the help of the other three gods, he used his power to the fullest extent and began to bewitch and corrupt the sun itself.

She showed Locke all the wonderful life he could have had.

Locke Fujimura, who lived an ordinary life in Fuyuki City, became a close friend who could be called a partner of justice, an ordinary man who stayed with his loved ones, and a free soul who did not have to bear any fate.

All the joy, all the happiness, all the regrets, all the desires flooded his consciousness like a tide, as if telling him, "Look, you have given up everything by your own hands in order to bear the burden of humanity."

Faced with Slaanesh's temptations, the Emperor merely projected his inner thoughts onto his ministers.

Deep within his soul lay only a burning sea of ​​stars.

They then merged their powers together, creating a chaotic vortex large enough to devour the entire warp.

A black vortex slowly rotated beneath the day of ascension, drawing in all matter, energy, souls, and even rules, reducing them to nothingness.

Locke slowly raised his hand, releasing all the power that carried the souls and emotions of all humanity.

The intertwined gold and black spiritual energy transformed into a giant sword that pierced through the heavens and earth, slashing fiercely at the chaotic vortex.

Just as the ultimate battle in the subspace was rewriting the fate of the universe, a deadly accident suddenly erupted in Snowfield City. After a long period of lurking, the Twisted Fiddle Francesca, taking advantage of the moment when the Pantheon was distracted in protecting all of humanity, broke through layers of defenses and silently stood beneath the Mechanical Throne.

Just as the God of Myriad Machines' divine thoughts spread across the globe, she suddenly sprang into action and launched a deadly assassination.

Meeting the astonished gaze of the God of Machines, Francesca revealed a maniacal, gleeful smile, screaming in her last moments before the god's wrath consumed her: "Hehehehe! Surprised? To cause such a great disturbance to the great emperor, even if I perish, it's worth it!"

The dark blue arcane torrent instantly annihilated her, but the bone dagger, coated with Nurgle's poison, had already pierced deep into the core of the Mechanical Throne. Dark green corrosive poison spread wildly, the connection between the God of Machines and the Root was abruptly severed, and the invisible pressure that had suppressed the entire solar system vanished instantly.

The tide of battle turned completely at this moment. Without the blessing of the God of Machines, Earth's disaster escalated once again. The Imperial fleet of the Solar System was forced into retreat by the undead's counterattack, and countless warships were reduced to burning wreckage.

In the subspace, Tzeentch let out a sharp, triumphant laugh, his voice piercing through the barriers of rules and striking the Emperor's consciousness: "I must say, when it comes to scheming and plotting, I am indeed not as patient as you, but there is one difference: you have many enemies, while we all only have you as our enemy."

"You want to destroy us, you want the future of humanity, and you want to end the suffering in the world. You want this and you want that. Even you, aren't you being a little too greedy?"

"Now, taste the bitter fruit you've sown!!!"

As the sound faded, Tzeentch's ever-changing body extended a jet-black bird claw-like hand, and in its palm appeared a little girl in a white dress—the embodiment of Gaia's consciousness.

Gaia raised his hand and pressed it towards the black-gold sun, and countless chains of laws instantly extended out, attempting to completely seal the connection between the Emperor and the Origin.

But just then, the Emperor's calm voice rang out from within the sun: "And how can you be so sure this isn't part of my plan?"

The next second, a golden hand suddenly emerged from the core of the sun, blasting back the four gods with a single blow. Before Gaia could react, the hand grabbed her avatar and instantly locked onto Gaia herself through the connection of consciousness.

The emperor's voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, carrying an unquestionable majesty: "You're here."

At the same time, at the very depths of the Source Vortex, at the end of all time and space and the beginning of all cause and effect, the black shadow that had quietly disappeared from Master Matou Sakura's side after the Holy Grail War in Snowfield City finally slowly opened his eyes, which were flowing with scarlet blood light.

His awakening did not trigger any earth-shattering phenomena, but it caused the entire vortex of origin to freeze for a moment.

All causal lines, all possibilities, and all time currents cease their flow in this realm, silently awaiting the final command.

The next second, transcending all dimensional barriers between subspace and reality, matter and psychic energy, the mundane and the sacred, three distinct yet shared-originating voices, with absolutely synchronized frequencies, resounded throughout the entire universe simultaneously:

Above the subspace sky, the human lord who held Gaia's consciousness slowly raised his eyes;

In the real-world snowfield city, the blue light returned to the eyes of the God of Machines atop the mechanical throne:

Deep within the vortex of origin, a black shadow slowly rose to its feet.

With the same soul, they uttered the same words: "The time has come."

The Origin, Reality, and Subspace—three dimensions that were originally forever separated and followed completely different underlying laws—were forcibly and ruthlessly pieced together by an absolute force that transcended all cosmic cognition.

Without the roar of space being torn apart, without the burst of energy, the boundaries of the three worlds simply dissolved, overlapping, intertwining, and permeating each other without any apparent reason.

Magnus stood beneath the mechanical throne, sword in hand, but the moment he looked up, this red demon, the master of a thousand children, who had lived for ten thousand years and was well-versed in the mysteries of all dimensions, was plunged into utter confusion and shock for the first time.

He saw on his left the ruins of the burned-down Snowfield City, with the God of Machines sitting on the mechanical throne, and countless wires extending across the globe like veins.

To the right lies the eternal darkness of the warp, beneath the half-gold, half-black Ascension Sun, the Lord of Mankind clutches the avatar of Gaia:

Right in the center is the unfathomable vortex of origin, where the black shadow stands silently at the starting point of cause and effect.

Extremely incongruous, yet incredibly real.

His psychic eyes were screaming wildly, telling him that these three belonged to three dimensions that would never intersect;

His soul perception was trembling violently, telling him that he was in three completely different spaces.

But he did see—three figures, three profiles, existing simultaneously at the same coordinates, at the same instant.

Just as Magnus's understanding was about to be completely shattered by this illogical scene, the true emperor, who had completed the reunion of the three into one, finally swore an oath.

Three completely different yet shared-origin voices resounded simultaneously from three overlapping spaces, weaving together into a resounding bell that transcends all time and space and covers the entire universe, proclaiming to all living beings: "The final day arrives twice; this time, I will—reverse all phenomena!"